Wet Socks

One day walking, I was out looking for inspiration for a poem and walked right into a mud puddle. My socks got wet and it dawned on me that finding an idea for poetry was frustrating, just as frustrating as my wet socks for the mud puddle.

I hate poetry with a passion. Can't seem to find motivation, This won’t benefit my real world. Poems are the most dreadful puzzle.

Can't seem to find motivation, My thoughts running non-stop. Poems are the most dreadful puzzle. As irritating as wet socks.